I have a three-day work week. Thursdays are my Fridays. In honour of this, I would like to share my most recent internet-find: Princess Bride Bobbleheads. If I get these, they already have a place beside my Wizard of Oz Pez Set. Because I really do need more junk inspired by my favourite films. Obviously. … Continue reading Proof Of Pez
‘Is the chair coming off?’ the bus-driver asked Sarge. ‘No,’ I said ‘I thought I’d leave the chair here and walk off myself. Have a nice day.’ And I went down the ramp. Two more ramps and I was on a train to Glasgow. As I dug my book out of my backpack, I realised … Continue reading Going Home
While in Brooklyn, I snapped this to post. You may not see anything, but I saw words, and happiness and hope and bagels. That's why it's magic. Taken at The Flying Saucer Cafe, a place where my friends and I would probably hang out every weekend. If we all lived parallel lives in Brooklyn. It … Continue reading Magic Coffee: Brooklyn Edition
Last weekend, Sarge and I went to the pub (OK, two pubs) to meet with friends and prove that he had survived meeting my mother. We left the first pub in search of another one with an accessible toilet. I spend half my life needing to pee, and the other half looking for an accessible … Continue reading How To Get Free Beer
I was sitting in an airport chair, waiting for my chair to roll through on the baggage-claim belt. Sarge and I were trying to convince the Sky Cap my chair would be through on Over-size Items, which meant we were waiting in the wrong place. Sarge was tired, and I was just wired and wanted … Continue reading He’s So Handsome. You Look Tired.
When my father got us to the airport early, I knew something would go wrong. If we had been ‘down to the wire’ as he likes to say, the plane would have been on time. As it was, we were early. And the plane was late. I’d been in holiday-mode since the day before. We’d … Continue reading How Much Fun Can You Have In An Airport Departure Lounge?
My blogging hiatus can be attributed to going on a middle-secret surprise 16 day mission to New York. I was the surpriser, not the surprised. (Surprisee is apparently not a word, but I just used it.) It was truly awesome, and I couldn't blog a damn thing about it. Until now. I have about 10 … Continue reading All Good Stories Start With Coffee